Fenghua took in Feng Jin's expression, and her red lips slowly hooked.

Smile coolly.

It turned out that this little was a stumbling block, and he wanted to starve to death!

Knowing that this mentally handicapped prince would not believe it, fortunately she was prepared.

Fenghua clapped his hands: "Bi Hu." ”

The maid in Tsing Yi stepped forward and placed the sandalwood carved food box in her hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the dishes inside were arranged in front of Long Jue one by one.

Greens, cabbage, tofu, radish.

The clear soup is watery, and there is no meat at all.

Even the leaves of the vegetable are the most inferior, green and yellow.

Every time the slender jade hand of the maid in Tsing Yi came out, the panic in Feng Jin's eyes became a little heavier.

Feng Jin bit her lip.

He......

I just want to give Yan Qiyu a small punishment and a big warning, who told her to occupy his wife's position.

Princess Yong, it's not as easy as she imagined.

He Feng Jin is Long Jue's favorite person. I just hate to be a man.

He thought to himself, Yan Qiyu was confined to Xiangfang Yuan, even if the dining room treated her three meals a day, she would not call the earth unspiritual.

I had to endure it.

Who knows, Yan Qiyu actually disobeyed the order of the prince for the sake of a mere meal, and stepped out of the Xiangfang Garden without authorization.

What to do.

The prince will definitely be angry.

Long Jue's eyes sank, and the aura around his body became fierce: "What's the matter?" ”

It's not that he feels sorry for Yan Qiyu.

It's just that Yan Qiyu is his nominal Princess Yong after all. He only ordered Yan Qiyu to be grounded, but he didn't say that the servants would not give her food.

To tell the truth, what Bi Hu just brought out of the food box was not eaten by dogs in the eyes of His Royal Highness King Yong, who was rich in brocade clothes and jade food. How can it be counted as food?

The people in the palace dared to treat Yan Qiyu, the princess of Yong, like this, weren't they just slapping him in the face of the prince?

Long Jue was furious: "Who took it upon himself to treat the princess harshly on the diet?!" ”

Feng Jin's slender body couldn't help but tremble, and he quickly knelt down and pleaded: "Lord forgive me, yes...... Fengjin. ”

The young man in red looked stunning and demonic, raised his head slightly, and knelt on the ground with a slender and soft figure, in a posture of surrender.

Feng Jin didn't quibble, and said directly: "Feng Jin knows his mistakes. ”

It made Long Jue angry, not hair, not not.

Feng Jin knew that Long Jue had always loved him, his tears were flickering, and his bright lips were biting, pretending to be a Chu Chu posture.

On the side, Fenghua held the bowl and blew it, the faint heat lingered, her face was simmered, her red lips were hooked, and she said as if unintentionally: "Well, Fengjin Gongzi ordered someone to specially boil ginseng and deer antler soup for the prince, it is really fragrant~"

Her eyes flashed, and her smile was subtle: "What is given to the prince is the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but what is given to the princess is coarse tea and light rice, and the heart of the prince of Fengjin is also deviated." ”

Feng Jin froze.

Long Jue's face was slightly gloomy, remembering what Fenghua had just said, ginseng and deer antler soup was to nourish the kidneys and strengthen the yang, and that bit of pity was suddenly replaced by anger.

"Feng Jin, you offended the princess, punished you for March, go back to the Jinye Pavilion and meditate on yourself!"

Where does Feng Jin care about that little bit of money? What he cared about was the person Long Jue.

He actually did it for Yan Qiyu...... Punish him.

The red-clothed young man's face turned slightly pale, his slender body staggered, and finally responded, "...... Be. ”

In the end, it is the person who loves the tip of his heart, Long Jue couldn't bear it when he saw this, and he didn't have a good face for Fenghua: "Is the princess satisfied?" ”

"Satisfied." Is it okay for me to say I'm not satisfied?

"Humph!" Long Jue warned in an unhappy tone: "Don't take it as an example, I hope the princess won't target Feng Jin again." ”